Get me Down!!
“Will you get me down from here you pint sized little beast,” I yelled at him. “And why is this happening? I can’t believe it has nothing to do with you. Why aren’t you floating upside down?”
Cat positively miaowed his reply like a normal cat, that had just got their face stuck into a bowl of cream, probably would,
“You forget boss, I have my own built in hovering capability. Unlike you and the Prorex, I’m not dependent on old Maglev technology built into my shoes in order to take advantage of a hoverator’s capability to move me from one place to another.”
“Ok, and so?” I replied, “why does that mean I’m floating upside down being assaulted by this old bat’s undergarments?”
“Well,” said Cat, resting his chin thoughtfully between on one of his front paws, “I’d say something has gone wrong.”
“Bllurrrgh,” was all I could momentarily manage, before exclaiming, “that’s the understatement of the century you robotic ratbag.”
At this, Cat froze and his eyes flashed.
“Oh don’t tell me I’ve offended you,” I enquired sarcastically.
“Not at all,” responded Cat in his most houghtiest tone, “I am currently trying to compute exactly what ‘Bllurrrgh’ means.”
“WILL YOU GET ME DOWN FROM HERE,” I yelled at the top of my voice, “OR I SWEAR I’LL HAVE YOU TURNED INTO A MATTRESS!!”
“Of course boss, of course,” replied Cat.
It always fundamentally worried me when Cat was even vaguely respectful towards me and I wondered, somewhat apprehensively, what he was going to do. He hovered up and started to poke around with one paw at the chain of my watch until, thankfully, the Prorex was released from me. Well, that’s a relief I thought, as she floated a little away from me still grumbling, squeaking and cursing from underneath her skirts, which mercifully obscured the speaking end of her body.
